Happy Halloween, Everyone. A few weeks ago the Vice-President made a truly unfortunate double entendre involving the cheerleaders at a high school where he was campaigning. Mr. W. came home ranting about the vulgarity of the VP, but I pooh-poohed him, thinking it had to have been an accident, since no one talks that way around kids -- at least not while trying to secure their parents' votes. The man's a buffoon, but not a vulgarian.

The near-parodic locker-room coarseness is grotesque both in its
inaptness and in its lack of basic human feeling for a bereaved family
forced to grieve in public and as crowd-scene extras to the political
bigshot. Just about the only formal responsibility a vice president has
is to attend funerals without embarrassing his country. And this
preening buffoon of pseudo-blue-collar faux-machismo couldn’t even
manage that.

Luke 6:45 comes to mind: "Out of the abundance of the heart,the mouth speaks."